Chapter 1: The Ask
In the grand tapestry of human folly, weaving together the threads of desperation, curiosity, and an acute fear of missing out, there stood Charlotte, a horny, innocent 25-year-old girl with a petite figure and big blue eyes that seemed perpetually stuck in a state of wide-eyed wonder. She was moving to Alaska—a decision that, at the time, seemed as sensible as trying to herd cats in a windstorm. The Last Frontier promised adventure, and Charlotte, with her long brown hair cascading down her back, was eager to embrace the unknown.
However, the emotional state she was packing along with her winter coat was anything but adventurous. It was a tangled mess of longing, confusion, and a healthy dose of horniness that she couldn't quite wrap her brain around. She was standing on the precipice of change, and her libido was the most vocal voice in her head, screaming, "Don't forget me!"
In her quest to sate both her emotional and physical hunger, Charlotte found herself in the heart of a city that was marginally less cold than the one she was leaving behind—Seattle.
The city was a symphony of drizzle and caffeine, a place where people were just as likely to discuss the latest indie band as they were the weather.
Charlotte wasn't one to blend in with the crowd. She was a beacon of awkwardness, a lighthouse of social faux pas. Her moves were as graceful as a newborn deer's, and her jokes were about as funny as a root canal. Yet, she had a charm that was as endearing as it was confusing.
She was sitting in her favorite coffee shop, The Grind, a place where the aroma of java was strong enough to knock out a rhino.
She was nervously fidgeting with her phone, scrolling through the same five messages from her mom, each one more concerned than the last. Her best friend, Bart, was already there, his handsome face buried in a book that looked more like a dictionary than anything a sane person would read for fun.
"Hey, Bart," Charlotte said, her voice quivering like a first-timer at an open mic night.
Bart looked up, his usual easy smile in place. "Charlotte, my dear, you look like you've seen a ghost.
Or maybe you're just having second thoughts about your impending doom in Alaska. You know, I hear they have bears up there. Big, hairy, horny bears." Bart smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Charlotte sighed, "It's not the bears, Bart. It's...well, it's everything. I'm a mess."
Bart raised an eyebrow, "A mess, huh? Well, I'm no stranger to messes. I once dated a girl who could turn a perfectly clean apartment into a disaster zone in under five minutes.
But enough about my romantic history," Bart said, taking a sip of his coffee. "What's eating you, Charlotte?"
Charlotte bit her lip, trying to decide how to phrase her request. She was about to ask her friends to do something that was as taboo as it was absurd. But, desperate times called for desperate measures, and she was nothing if not desperate.
"Bart, you know I'm moving to Alaska, right?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bart nodded, "Yeah, yeah. You've mentioned it a few dozen times.
I think even the barista at The Grind knows about your impending adventure," Bart said, a hint of teasing in his voice.
Charlotte ignored the jab and pressed on, "Well, it's just... I'm going to be alone up there. And I'll be so far away from everyone I know. And... and I'm really horny, Bart." She let out a nervous laugh, her cheeks turning a shade of red that would make a tomato blush.
Bart chuckled, "Well, that's a new one. Usually, people tell me they're lonely or cold or bored. But horny?
That's a new twist," Bart replied, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "So, you're saying you want a send-off party with a bang—literally?"
Charlotte shook her head, her long brown hair swaying with the motion. "No, no. It's not that. Well, it is that, but it's more than that. I want... I want to capture something. You know, to remember." She paused, her big blue eyes darting around the coffee shop as if searching for the right words.
Bart leaned in, intrigued. "Capture something?"
"Before I go any further, where's Jennifer?" Charlotte asked.
Bart looked around, his handsome face scanning the coffee shop before his gaze landed on a petite figure huddled in the corner, a book clutched tightly to her chest. Jennifer. She was as shy as a mouse in a room full of cats, and just as quiet. Her hair was a cascade of chestnut curls that seemed to defy gravity, and her eyes were the color of warm honey. She was so engrossed in her book that she didn't notice Bart and Charlotte staring at her.
"Jennifer's over there," Bart said, pointing subtly in her direction.
"Can the 3 of us go somewhere private?" Charlotte asked.
She leaned back in her chair, her eyes flickering between Bart and Jennifer, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.
Bart raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Private? You're making this sound like a CIA operation, Charlotte. What exactly are you planning?"
Charlotte took a deep breath, the weight of her request heavy on her tongue. "I want you two to... um... have sex. While I video tape it."
The coffee shop, which had been a hum of chatter and the hissing of espresso machines, suddenly seemed to fall silent. The clinking of spoons against mugs echoed like a symphony of shocked whispers.
Bart Froze. "I've only known Jennifer for a couple of weeks though," He said.
"Please let's just try and talk to her about it," Charlotte pleaded.
"I know it's...unconventional, but hear me out." She was speaking faster now, the words tumbling out of her mouth like a waterfall of desperation.
Bart looked at her, his expression a mix of amusement and bewilderment. "Charlotte, you're not seriously suggesting that Jennifer and I...?" He trailed off, his eyes widening as the realization of her request fully sank in.
Charlotte nodded, her cheeks still flushed from her earlier admission. "Yes, I am. I think it would be...exciting. And memorable.
Don't you think? It's not every day you get to witness the live debut of two friends, embarking on a journey of carnal discovery. Plus, think of the bragging rights! You're basically a director now, Charlotte. This could be your magnum opus." Bart's enthusiastic tone was laced with an underlying skepticism, like he was trying to convince himself as much as Charlotte.
He looked over at Jennifer, who was still engrossed in her book, oblivious to their conversation. "But Jennifer is... well, she's Jennifer.
Sweet, shy Jennifer who probably blushes when she hears the word 'sex' let alone does it on camera for her crazy friend," Bart said, his voice laced with a mix of concern and amusement.
Charlotte waved her hand dismissively, "Oh, come on, Bart. You make her sound like a nun. She's a modern woman, right? She has needs, desires. And besides, it's not like I'm asking you to marry her. Just... you know, a friendly favor."
Bart raised an eyebrow, "A friendly favor?"
"Bart....I love sex. I want it. I want it SO badly," Charlotte said.
She was leaning forward now, her big blue eyes reminiscent of a puppy begging for a treat. "But I don't want it to just be some anonymous hookup. I want it to mean something. And I want to remember it. Forever.
"You're asking a lot, Charlotte," Bart said, running a hand through his hair. "But I've got to admit, the idea is... intriguing.
"And you're sure Jennifer is up for this?" he pressed, his gaze still fixed on the unsuspecting Jennifer in the corner.
Charlotte rolled her eyes.
“Well, we won’t know until we ask, will we?” She stood up abruptly, causing her chair to scrape loudly against the tile floor. The barista shot her a disapproving look, but Charlotte was already striding toward Jennifer, her hips swaying with a purpose that was as determined as it was nervous.
Jennifer looked up from her book as Charlotte approached, her eyes widening in surprise. “Charlotte? Is everything okay?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she was afraid of disturbing the very air around her.
“Jennifer, hi.
sorry to bother you," Charlotte said, her voice laced with an urgency that was as contagious as a yawn. "I was just talking to Bart over there, and we, uh, we had an idea. A brilliant, groundbreaking, world-changing idea.”
Jennifer blinked, her warm honey-colored eyes darting between Charlotte and Bart, who was now standing behind her, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, looking like a kid caught red-handed with his hand in the cookie jar.
“An idea, huh?" Jennifer said, her voice soft and uncertain, like she was afraid of scaring away a timid mouse.
"What kind of idea?"
Bart stepped forward, his hands still firmly planted in his pockets, as if he was afraid of what might happen if he removed them. "Well, Jennifer, you see, Charlotte here is moving to Alaska. And she's a bit... anxious about leaving. So, she had this... vision. This brilliant, slightly unorthodox vision."
Jennifer's eyes widened, her gaze flickering between Charlotte and Bart, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Unorthodox? Like what?"
"She wants for you and I to have sex," Bart said, bluntly.
The words hung in the air like a neon sign, glaring and unapologetic. The silence that followed was so profound that you could hear the distant hum of the city outside, a metronome of chaos keeping time with the bizarre rhythm of their conversation.
Charlotte, noticing the stunned expressions on their faces, rushed to clarify, "I mean, only if you both want to. It's just...it's just that I want to remember something meaningful before I leave. And I thought, why not capture it on camera? You know, like a...a memento.
A keepsake. A souvenir, if you will," Charlotte rambled, her hands gesticulating wildly, like she was trying to conduct an invisible orchestra. "And not just any old souvenir, mind you. A souvenir that tells a story. A story of passion, of desire, of two consenting adults exploring the boundaries of their friendship."
Jennifer stared at Charlotte, her mouth agape, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and disbelief. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car driven by a horny, desperate woman on a mission.
Jennifer blinked several times, her warm honey-colored eyes darting between Charlotte and Bart, trying to process what she had just heard. It was as if her brain was a computer that had just been asked to solve a complex equation while simultaneously playing a game of chess and baking a soufflé.
“Did you just say...?” Jennifer started, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she was afraid of waking a sleeping giant.
Charlotte nodded enthusiastically, her long brown hair bobbing with her motion. “Yes! That’s exactly what I said. And don’t worry, Jennifer, I’ve thought this through. I’ve even written a script.
Sort of." Charlotte pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket, unfolding it with the enthusiasm of a kid unwrapping a birthday present. She smoothed it out on the counter, her fingers brushing over the words as if they were sacred text.
Bart leaned in, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. "A script? Really?"
Charlotte nodded, her blue eyes sparkling with determination. "Yep. I even gave it a title.
I call it 'The Great Alaska Send-Off.' It's a romantic comedy with a dash of drama and a splash of adventure. Think 'When Harry Met Sally' meets 'Into the Wild,' but with more nakedness and less dying in the snow," Charlotte said, her words tumbling out like a waterfall of enthusiasm.
"You've given this a lot of thought, haven't you?" Bart said, raising an eyebrow, his eyes scanning the script like a detective examining a crime scene.
"Oh, absolutely," Charlotte said, her voice brimming with confidence. "I've been planning this for weeks.
"This isn't a script," Jennifer said. It's just a bunch of doodles of dicks and "I love sex" written down in different places ALL OVER the page," Jennifer said.
"But I do," Charlotte said. "I love sex, don't you?" she asked Jennifer.
"Well yeah, I like to fuck," Jennifer said. "Wait, Charlotte - have you ever HAD sex?" Jennifer wen ton to ask.
Charlotte's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, her big blue eyes darting away from Jennifer's gaze. "Well, no. I mean, not... not yet," she stammered. "But I've seen enough porn to know what I'm talking about."
Bart raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Porn? Is that where you got your ideas for the script?
From porn?" Bart asked, his smirk growing into a full-blown grin.
Charlotte waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, come on, Bart. Don't be such a prude. Everyone watches porn. It's like... like the national pastime.
At least, it is in my house," she added with a sheepish grin.
Jennifer looked down at the script, her eyes scanning the drawings of various body parts and the bold declarations of love for sex. She seemed to be trying to wrap her head around the entire situation, like a cat chasing its tail in a futile attempt to catch it.
"So, to clarify, you want me to have sex with Bart while you film it, and you've based this entire idea on...porn?" Jennifer asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and amusement.
Bart chuckled, "Well, when you put it that way, it does sound a bit...preposterous." He scratched his chin, a thoughtful expression on his handsome face. "But, I must admit, I'm intrigued. It's not every day a friend asks you to be in their amateur porn debut."
Charlotte rolled her eyes, "It's not porn, Bart. It's art."
Bart was puzzled. "Char....why don't YOU want to be the one having sex? You say you love it but you've never even had sex before," he pointed out.
"Why not just, you know, try it out for yourself? Before you go directing others?"
Charlotte sighed, her shoulders slumping as if the weight of her own inexperience was too much to bear. "Oh, Bart. I wish it were that simple. But you see, I'm afraid that if I have sex, it'll be just... ordinary. I want my first time to be special, memorable. And there's no way I'm going to find someone as willing and... available as Jennifer and you are."
Jennifer blushed at the compliment, her gaze flickering down to the script in her hands. "But what about me?
I thought I was special and memorable?" Bart said, feigning a pout that was about as convincing as a three-year-old trying to convince their parent that they've eaten all their vegetables.
Charlotte nudged him playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief. You know what I mean. I want my first time to be... epic. Like a scene from a movie," she said.
"I have a more practical idea," Jennifer said. "What if all 3 of us have sex together?" She asked.
The coffee shop fell silent again, as if the very air was holding its breath in anticipation of the response. Bart's eyes widened in shock, his jaw dropping like a cartoon character. "All three of us?" he finally managed to squeak out, his voice cracking like a teenager going through puberty.
Charlotte grinned, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and mischief. "Yes, all three of us. A threesome! Think about it, Bart. It's the perfect solution. You and Jennifer get to explore your... um... 'friendship,' and I get to capture the whole thing on camera."
"Uhh no you don't" said Jennifer. "because YOU will be in front of the camera, having sex too," she pointed out to Charlotte.
"Right?"
"Oh." Charlotte's grin faltered, her cheeks flushing a bright tomato red. "Well, yes. But... but I'll be behind the camera most of the time. So, it won't really count."
Bart raised an eyebrow, skepticism dripping from his voice like honey from a spoon. "Oh, really? And how exactly do you plan on doing that? Holding the camera with your feet while you... you know?"
Charlotte waved her hand dismissively, as if she could swat away the practicality of Bart's question like an annoying fly. "Details, Bart. Details. We can figure that out later."
"Charlotte....you know you want me to fuck you," said Bart. "Isn't that what this is all about?" He asked Charlotte.
Charlotte let out a nervous laugh, her cheeks still flushed a deep shade of red. "Well, yes, Bart. I won't lie. The thought of you... well, both of you, has been... occupying my thoughts. But I'm not ready to jump into the deep end just yet. I need to dip my toes in first.
And besides, who says I can't have both? A little behind-the-scenes action and a front-row seat to the main event? It's like getting the best of both worlds," Charlotte said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"I'll be the film director, the voyeuristic audience, and the eager participant all rolled into one. Think of it as a triple threat, but with more orgasms and less tap dancing."
Jennifer raised an eyebrow, her voice barely above a whisper. "And what if we don't want to... you know, all have sex together? What if one of us—or all of us—decides this is a bad idea?"
Charlotte's grin faltered for a moment, her eyes darting between Bart and Jennifer. "Well, I mean, that's the beauty of it. We're all consenting adults here."
Charlie from behind the counter spoke up. "So are you guys gonna go some place and do it or what?" he asked.
The barista, Charlie, who had been eavesdropping with the subtlety of a elephant in a china shop, interjected, his eyes wide with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "So, are you guys gonna go someplace and do it or what? Because I gotta say, the sight of you three discussing a threesome in my coffee shop is making my latte foam."
Charlotte turned to Charlie, her cheeks still flushed, but her smile was as bright as the neon sign outside. "Well, Charlie, dear, it seems we have a bit of a dilemma. You see, we can't very well have our...ahem...
**amateur porn debut** here in your fine establishment. We're going to need a more... intimate setting. Any suggestions?" Charlotte asked, her voice as sweet as the sugar she was certain Charlie had added to her coffee without asking.
Charlie laughed, wiping his hands on his apron. "Lady, you're in Seattle. We've got more dedicated sex dungeons than we do Starbucks. Just pick a neighborhood.
Any neighborhood," Charlie said with a mischievous grin. "We've got Capitol Hill for the kinky crowd, Fremont for the freaks, and Ballard for the... well, the Ballard crowd." He chuckled at his own joke, clearly amused by the thought of three unsuspecting friends stumbling into the Seattle sex scene.
Charlotte's eyes widened, her excitement palpable. "Capitol Hill it is! Bart, Jennifer, we're going to need a place to stay. Somewhere... private." She emphasized the last word, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.
Bart raised an eyebrow, "You want us to check into a sex motel? In Capitol Hill?"
"Not just any motel," Charlotte corrected, her eyes sparkling with excitement and a touch of madness. "We're looking for a place with a theme. Something... unique. Maybe a pirate-themed room, or a dungeon, or even a room designed to look like a spaceship. You know, something that'll make the experience... memorable."
Jennifer, who had been quietly observing the conversation with a mix of shock and disbelief, finally found her voice. "Charlotte, are you sure about this?